from the unknown chambers

dawn was the pour

and a cut above of the open wounds

life  has its own many cycles

and driven as its own fruit

and the bite as its own fright

and charming as its own night

and engage as its own rage

and circumtances as its own plants

and when it was the feeling

and feast to grow

and process as its own return

and called before any ice

all in place

and nothing escapes


About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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